All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Christopher:“What the fuck did you do that?!” I shouted, slapping Luciano across the face.Luciano wiped the blood from his lip, eyes blazing. "Oh, so now you get it? Too bad you’re too late. You had your chance, Chris. A whole damn week. A week to decide. Your friend, or your boss." His voice lowered, dripping with bitterness. "You know, what I posted online? Those documents? You handed them to me. You’re the one who gave me the means to strike. You didn’t even hesitate."I shook my head, my stomach turning. "You told me this was about vengeance. You told me we were just going to shake up his operations, make him feel it. Not... not this."Luciano scoffed, stepping closer. "What did you think? You thought you were just helping me leak a few shipments here and there? A couple financial hits? We’ve been pushed around for too long, and now, this is the price. Vincenzo took everything from me, from you. You want revenge, right? Or were you too cowardly to see it through?"I clenched my

Vincenzo Dante Volkov: I didn’t bother turning my phone back on. The notifications had already spoken for themselves. Whoever was behind this knew exactly where to strike, and they’d done it with precision.Victoria returned to the room, her expression unreadable. She handed me a tablet, the article pulled up on the screen again.“This isn’t just about you,” she said, sitting beside me. “They’ve dragged your family into it too.”I skimmed through the text, my jaw tightening. Names, dates, transactions—none of it should’ve been accessible. Yet there it was, laid bare for the world to see.“What’s the plan?” Victoria asked. Her tone was calm, but I could tell she was calculating just as much as I was.“For now, nothing,” I said. “The more I move, the more attention I draw.”Victoria didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned back, staring at the ceiling as though piecing together her own strategy.My phone buzzed again, despite being on silent. A new message popped up on the locked screen: “Thi

Victoria Bella Volkov:I was speaking to someone—a contact of mine. The only thing I wanted was to stop the storm that had erupted around us.While Vincenzo was busy shutting out his family, I had reached out to a few people of my own. The article was too polished, too targeted, to be random. Whoever leaked this information knew exactly how to cut him where it hurt.By evening, I had a name—or at least part of one. A former associate of his had been spotted meeting with a journalist weeks ago. It was thin, but it was enough to keep digging.When I returned to the suite, Vincenzo was on the phone, his voice tense and low. He ended the call abruptly as I walked in.“Anything new?” he asked, his gaze sharp.“Nothing yet,” I lied, avoiding his eyes.He groaned and leaned against the counter. “I asked my brother for help. He’s sending his jet over since the airline is still stalling.”“Good. Getting home is the first step. But…” I hesitated. “What do you think about Christopher?”His jaw t

Victoria Bella Volkov:“Are you sure about this?” I asked Juliet as we stepped out of the car.She nodded confidently. “This is the best idea. Trust me. Now, come on.”Juliet grabbed my arm and dragged me into the Clubhouse. The pounding music hit us like a wave, and the air was thick with smoke and cheap perfume.We had done our research. Olivia wasn’t just being abused—she was being forced to work here as a stripper. That alone fueled my anger.The crowd was wild, and it was hard to see through the flashing lights. I turned to Juliet. “Let’s split up. One of us has to find her.”“Good idea. You take the left.”I maneuvered through the sweaty bodies, trying to stay focused. A drunk guy stumbled in front of me, slurring, “Hey, pretty…you look gorgeous. Wanna dance?”“Ew, no.” I pushed past him, his drunken laugh echoing behind me.Then I saw her. Olivia. She was wearing a revealing red dress, her face painted with heavy makeup. She looked completely different, but I knew it was her.I

Victoria Bella Volkov:"Can I trust you?" Olivia asked, her voice trembling.I nodded, taking her hands in mine."Luciano is trafficking underage girls," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "But that’s not all—he’s doing even worse things to them. Here’s the video footage." She handed me a file folder. "And this," she added, placing something in my hand."This has everything you need," she whispered before I pulled her into a hug."Thank you, Olivia. I’ve already spoken with Vincenzo. Everything is arranged for your departure. You just need to leave tomorrow evening before anything happens to you. Alright?""What about the kids?" she snapped, her eyes brimming with desperation. "I’m not leaving them. No way! I’m not leaving them with that monster!""I understand," I said softly. "I wouldn’t leave them behind either."She exhaled shakily and nodded. "Alright. Just…promise me you’ll figure this out.""I will," I assured her as she stepped out of the car. I rolled up the windows and